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Buck Or Two Buckaroo

by Boots & The Hoots

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1.
Just a Buck or two buckaroo Aint never bought nothing brand new Thrift store stetson and hand me down boots with soles so gone you could see my roots Just a buck or two buckaroo My horse is just as broke as me He’s got ringbone and an arthritic knee When I say my ol’ horse is broke he’s about as lame as my best damn joke I guess this winter we’ll be sharin’ feed Room, board and blanket with my steed Hope that hoss can keep me dry and warm I traded my best wool jacket for ‘em Just a Buck or two buckaroo Aint never bought nothing brand new Thrift store stetson and hand me down boots with soles so gone you could see my roots Just a buck or two buckaroo I got the finest rope i could afford That aint sayin’ much when you're dirt poor It’s a little kinked up and the ends comin’ loose Every time I miss that’s my best excuse Learned everything I know from Louis L'amour Spaghetti westerns and the sawdust floor Will Rogers surely taught me more Than the best damn school couldn't afford Just a Buck or two buckaroo Aint never bought nothing brand new Thrift store stetson and hand me down boots with soles so gone you could see my roots Just a buck or two buckaroo I remember the last time I payed the askin' price I was six years old it was 1995 You’d think I was tryin' to buy this man's wife Over 25 cents on a pocket knife I’ve been lookin' for new spurs, chaps and a saddle Home on the range to raise my cattle Only problem is, I haven't got a single cent I guess I'll keep worryin' 'bout payin' my rent Just a Buck or two buckaroo Aint never bought nothing brand new Thrift store stetson and hand me down boots with soles so gone you could see my roots Just a buck or two buckaroo Just a buck or two buckaroo
2.
Let me tell you a story of an old greasy spoon, a honky tonk dive bar, a roadhouse saloon. Once a boogie 'til you puke joint forty years ago. Now a rundown motel tables bolted to the floor. There's a boombox on the jukebox both with out of service signs As if they'd both once worked but they've served their time A sign on the wall read 'fight once barred for life' It was busted down the middle from a rowdier night. The only fried chicken left is necks and a gizzard The waitress is workin' double duty an ol' lot lizard I'd never seen gravy so thin in my life Coffee so thick you could cut it with a knife. Conversations are scarce if you'd call 'em that. Grunts between gulps and chewin' the fat. Beer soaked funny pages hung on the ice chest. Like they once had a sense of humor but that's all that's left. Tip jar is empty except a cigarette and a dime. There's an old blue tick hound just watchin' the flies. The jar of pickled eggs has seen better days. Only one egg left discoloured and misshaped. All the smokers round the ashtray like moths to a flame. I really oughtta quit, one of 'em proclaims The cook and dishwasher are having a smoke of their own. Finest grass in the county, hydroponically grown. There's a shower round back, coin operated. It's a just like home only more dilapidated 'diner and lounge' the neon sign once displayed. Now it reads 'die alone' as clear as day..
3.
Happy Clowns 03:23
Every night step on stage and do my best to engage folks that won't look me in the eye Every night I lay awake and think about the things I say wonder if they heard my best line. Sometimes I think I have it made and the audience has stayed to hear me out and hear my songs But most times to no surprise the empty look behind their eyes sells me out and tells me I was wrong. And that is why, even us happy clowns cry All I wanna do is make em laugh but my heart slowly breaks in half as another song goes unheard I do best to make 'em smile they get and inch for mile and take a piece of me with every turn. Another bar, another town, another drink I hurry down it's gettin' harder now to see the light. Another 13 hours to go. To play another empty show hopin' I can pay the band tonight. And that is why, even us happy clowns cry. Even on the better nights, when the bar is full and band is tight and the people are dancing, I'm feelin' proud All it takes is a memory to come chasin' after me to make you feel alone in the crowd I wonder how my sweethearts been, and she wonder if I’m behavin' or did I finally wind up in jail. I know I won't be gone that long and she'll be fine all on her own so I paint on my smile. pour out my heart. Pack up my gear and hit the trail And that is why, even us happy clowns cry
4.
Sweet Peach 02:13
There's nothin' funny 'bout love so true But me and my honey have a hullabaloo Stick yer nose up high go on and point your fingers But that gal and I are gonna have a humdinger They can talk on the town we’ll knock 'em dead And when they all come down we’ll paint the whole thing red They try and be quiet with their jokes and jeers but we don't buy it we both got big ears Call it puppy love or fools rush in I love a belly rub and got drool on my chin We might look dumb and we probably is We aint that young but we're still crazy kids She’s my sweet peach and your life’s the pits Go on and shake our tree we aint under it Get on our train or get off our tracks To say it plain we aint lookin' back There's nothing I want more in life Than to have sweet Laura as my wife. There's nothin' funny 'bout love so true
5.
Well excuse me, there stranger Are you sittin' all alone I'd be willin' to wager You won't be lonely long like a storm clouds silver linin' Or the neon's warm glow Behind the darkness and your pining Is the oldest story ever told Did he tell you he loved you? Did he say he'd never leave? And that's all you had to hold on to Love's lies are easy to believe She said don't bother I'm aint worth it I aint lookin' for company She couldn't be farther From worthless But I guess she wont be believin' me Did he tell you he loved you? Did he say he'd never leave? And that's all you had to hold on to Love's lies are easy to believe Well excuse me stranger I should be leavin' I can tell when its my time She said hey neighbour Next time I'm greavin' Maybe I could listen to you lie And I'd tell you I love you And that I'll never leave I'll be there to hold onto My heart is all that's up my sleeve Yes I'd tell you I love you And that I'll never leave I'll be there to hold onto My heart is all that's up my sleeve
6.
The good ol' days can't be all gone The good ol' sun still waits 'til dawn And there’s still work to do in that good ol' way There’s always time for good ol' nights between the good ol' days They say patience is a virtue But an impatient man is always on time A little waitin’ never hurt you but if you wait too long you’ll be out of your prime The good ol' days can't be all gone The good ol' sun still waits 'til dawn And there’s still work to do in that good ol' way There’s always time for good ol' nights between the good ol' days If hindsight is twenty twenty That's why you look so good in memories Nostalgia I’ve had plenty To forget is to be set free They said only time will tell time has told me I have been a fool A man should never dwell On things he can’t undo The good ol' days can't be all gone The good ol' sun still waits 'til dawn And there’s still work to do in that good ol' way There’s always time for good ol' nights between the good ol' days
7.
Rawhide 03:42
Way up north across the great divide There lived a man who lived to ride He's got 40 feet of rope swingin' by his side Made from rawhide His Stetson’s seen more dirt than a gopher Had it since he was a young goat roper Used to touch his ears now it goes right over Lucky like a 4 leaf clover His buckle said his name 'til it got ground down. On the side of a trailer by an on'ry cow His pants are held up by suspenders now When he goes into town Yeah when he goes into town Way up north across the 49 There lived a man who lives to ride He's got 40 feet of rope swingin' by his side Made from rawhide Saddles so rode all the toolin's gone And where it broke he tied it right back on That saddle alone is worth its own damn song Still holdin' on He used to work stock on a big feed lots Now he just workin' on tying knots He’s got a couple fingers usedta have lots 'Til that loop got caught 'Til that loop got caught Way up north across the 49 There lived a man who lived to ride He's got 40 feet of rope swingin' by his side Made from rawhide You could tell his truck from the edge of town By exhaust belchin' and that awful sound He’s drivin’ his ex wife’s corolla now Its cheaper to get around He spends most nights at the hotel bar Come rodeo time he’s a regional star Sellin' cowboy wisdom out the trunk of his car 25 dollars a jar Only 25 dollars a jar Way up north across the great divide There lives a man who lived to ride He's got 40 feet of rope swingin' by his side Made from rawhide Way up north across the 49e Lives a man who lives to ride Might be gone by now if not for pride Now he’s made from rawhide He was made from rawhide He was made from rawhide.

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released October 1, 2022

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Boots & The Hoots Drumheller, Alberta

"Hardcore, traditional, songs of leavin', drinkin', and losin', but mainly drinkin', all enhanced by a tight rhythm section and plenty of of steel guitar. " - Country Music People Magazine 5 Star Review of "III"

" Wittily crafted, downtempo western melodies, a cactus in the ass of modern, power-ballad country crooners that forgot the music of their grandfathers." -EXCLAIM! Magazine
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